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Short is sick today. When he woke up with a nasty cough, I told him he was staying home. He asked if that meant unlimited hot chocolate, so ...

Okay, I haven’t been totally honest about my New Better-Paying Top Secret Job. It is better-paying then the previous Top Secret Job and bet...

So I have been known to watch a reality show or five. Project Runway currently takes the top spot in my TiVo Queue of Urgency. It got me th...

Yesterday, my sons and I played an impromptu game of baseball in our backyard. We hit the ball, we ran, we cried, we slid, we tagged people ...

Children are little tape recorders. You make one random, off-handed remark about a neighbor, and before you know it, you overhear it being p...

“Mom,” began the seven-year-old, innocently enough, “which religion are we again? Republican or Dominican?” MOV

So my washing machine is a relic of happier times, times when people drove around in gigantic cars with fins and no seatbelts, and watched b...